Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

I just spent a day and a half in Arlington. Or so it feels, given that we didn't get back from the train station, fed, and our shoes off at home until past ten Friday night, though my time away from New York was just over 48 hours. So, a short visit, and a low-energy one, as I was still getting over whatever had me home sick from work last Tuesday and Wednesday, but worth it. I took the train both ways, trading money for comfort and convenience. (Convenience in part because the Route 128 station is near adrian_turtle's job, so it made sense for her to pick me up there Friday, rather than for me to go all the way to South Station, by train or bus, and then take the T to Arlington.) Amusingly, Friday morning, I was telling some of my co-workers about the very cheap Greyhound tickets from New York to Boston that can be bought online.

I considered cancelling this trip, but we'd already not seen each other in six weeks, which feels like a long time (we average about every four), and if I'd not gone this weekend it would have been over two months between visits, which wouldn't have been good. We were quiet and domestic, mostly--that is, we did go as far as Cambridge, to eat pho and buy tea, before getting groceries. My major contribution to domesticity for the weekend was carving the chicken. Adrian fed me a nice mushroom-barley soup. cattitude has mentioned corn chowder. It tastes like winter.

I came home to an unrelated but very pleasant thank-you email. (*waves* in the direction of Minnesota)